Sunday, 20 October 2013

Exo-Suits of the Hot Girls.

It’s been a
while since I received any news of my parallel self and his R.P.G ‘River ofShadows’. It looks like in the intervening time some kind of science fiction expansion
has come out.

In the
future mankind has colonised every available star system with slower-than-light
colony ships. Civilisations communicate with each other continually but slowly.
Everything is hyper-civilised, overdeveloped and boring. No-one is allowed to
do anything interesting or dangerous as they live in a perfect climax
civilisation.

If anyone
wants to be original or take a risk the only thing to do is try to explore one
of the cold worlds. These are exo-planets lost in the lifeless voids between
stars. Dark, ancient and cold. Many terrible things are buried there by
timeless dead races beyond the comprehension of man.

Because
governments are boring only radicals will explore the dead spheres. They scrape
together scrap-tech with private capital, jury-rig a disused colony ship and
head off in cryo sleep to the space between the stars. There is nothing out
there so they have to take all the energy they will need with them. They know
they will return in a thousand years-plus, relative to when they left,
everything will be different. They don’t care. If they come back, they will
change everything.

No-one makes
tech to survive the alien weather systems and awful mysteries of the cold
spheres, so they have to build or cludge it themselves.

The odd
thing about this game is that all of the explorers are assumed to be hot punk
girls. No explanation is given for this.

4.Antique trans-sanity Culverin
MEGGIDO-class apocalypse suit. Confirmed three reality breeches closed. No
fails. Discharged with full honours and multi-faith blessing. Sold as surplus
during government shutdown over complex tax issue.

5.Experimental Tomb-Analysis jacket.
Produced as marketing test-prototype by futurist clade for predicted market of
sunless explorers. Market failed to arise. Suit highly modified by billionaire
performance artist as commentary on the creative tension between visions of the
future and the now.

7.Active nuke-engine exhaust repair bot
with scooped braincore and botch-job suit-within-a-suit life support pocket
scavenged from crashed hydroponics resort. Chassis made to cludge fixe the
Ex-Jets of near-lightspeed colony ships on journey between stars, without
de-stepping the torch.

1.Impact-jinxed medical-array
holo-field accidentally spits out glimpsed bodyslices like a fucked projector.
Images hang like a halo in the O2 exhaust around exit vents and pipe fractures.

2.Punk pilot made naked figurehead of
idealised self for sensor prow of own exo suit for easy identification and
political statement. Carved from adulterated chem-ice perma-frozen in
tomb-world chill. Apparent ‘sweat’ on own naked form shows melting, indicates
dangerous temp change if sensors non-functional. Figurehead melts at end of
each mission, re-carved again for next insertion.

3.Pilot is dancer from
full-bodylanguage Logo-culture. Speaks with limbs as well as voice. Convinced
no-one can understand her without seeing her. All flat outer surfaces masked
with cheap paper-thin LED screens showing endlessly gesticulating body of pilot
from every possible angle. Screens persistently glitch and madden.

5.Pilot has own face projected on front
of mech-head so partners and following cyber-dogs can see facial expressions
during radio chat. Emotional valancy adds to cognitive bandwidth during key
communications. Dogs and colleagues can follow eye movement and trace line of
sight for non-verbal instructions and to spot attention patterns. Has taught
mech to shrug

8.Pilot ripped out sensor dome and
replaced with zorb-ball of nano-active smart water. Defends against cold, heat,
all EM frequencies, exudes and compresses to defeat physical attacks. Pilot floats
naked or semi naked in centre of clear blue sphere like the pupil of a giant
cyclopic eye.

9.Sensor tentacle-tips implanted in the
heads of human-scale android sculpts of pilot dressed either in radical
fashions, or not at all. Android dummy sculpts either swoop through air carried
by extended pseudopodia in back of head, or walk across cryo-blasted
zero-plains on apparently naked feet, or in heels. Spy arms puppeting
move-style of creator.

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